romance! Here’s a book that’ll spike your interest.
warrior bound, and the woman who will save them both…
little time for the fairer sex. The last thing he wants is to be aligned
with another female, even if she is the key to finding an artifact
and saving his realm. But his stone-cold resistance is tested, his attraction
undeniable for the feisty mortal, until she demands the one thing he cannot
give her…his trust.
in her teens left her with a painful ability to see into another’s mind through
physical contact. When an ice-cold warrior claims she is his world’s savior,
she’s intrigued, until she dares a look into his soul and sees a man who’s been
cruelly betrayed. She agrees to help him and loses her heart. But the man is an
unassailable fortress. With quiet determination, she chips away his barriers
and a passion darker than night pulls them under.
Reynner must overcome his own personal demons as battles are fought to claim
the woman he loves or lose her forever. And Eve has to face her own mortality
and fight for a love of a lifetime.
His skin pulled taut across the sculptured bones of his face. “You think I
don’t want you? It’s been pure torture, Eve.”
think anymore,” she whispered.
a long second. “Undress.”
swallowed. She would be naked in front of a man who showed no softness. Had
none to give. Still, she wanted him so badly; it hurt just to breathe. With
trembling fingers, she reached for the first button on her shirt, but her hands
shook too much.
reached out and swiftly undid the buttons and peeled her top off. He tossed it
aside. Warm, callused palms slid to her back and her bra followed. Goosebumps
flooded her skin at the cool air. Her nipples hardened. At his dark, caressing
stare, she covered her breasts with her arms. He shook his head. “Don’t.”
away. His gaze slowly swept down then up again. Reynner trailed his open palms
up her stomach to her cup her breasts. Squeezing gently, he pressed an
open-mouthed kiss on the scar on her left breast, then dragged his tongue over
her nipple, leaving behind a trail of heat in its wake.
shuddered, her body thrown into a whirlpool of sensations.
creaking, he hunkered before her and snapped open the button of her jeans. He
unzipped, then parted the fly, and dragged another heated kiss down her
shoulders as he pulled the denim down her hips. She stepped out of them, and he
tossed the garment aside. He bit her stomach, eliciting another shudder from
her. With his teeth, he caught the edge of her panties and pulled the scrap of
cotton down her thighs, yanking them off.
and could see her—would see everything. Instinctively, she flung one arm across
her breasts and the other covered her femininity.
hands, keeping them in a gentle but firm hold at her sides. “Look at me.”
Her heart raced. Biting back the urge to cover herself again, Eve met his
burning gaze. Sunlight filtered through the treetops and dappled his pale hair
in shimmering gold and silver hues. He was so beautiful.
stare made her tremble. And just like the time in his room, he was crouched
before her once more. Except there was no fear in her now. Instead, desire and
a deep yearning to be in his arms took hold.
two words together. No matter the tale, it always has romance woven through
them. Yes, I’m a hopeless romantic.
travel, painting, or troll flea markets where I usually buy things I might
never actually use because they’re so pretty.
as a fashion designer, then an art teacher, I finally found my passion four
years ago: writing. There really is no other job I’d rather do.